Thomas O’Connor, a classmate of Ming Na Wen who caused no end of trouble, used to gear up his face and say to who he was taunting, in this case me, but he probably used it elsewhere, things like, “You like Peter Gabriel?” I’d say yeah, and he’d shout, “HE DON’T LIKE YOU hahahahaha.” This isn’t the exact situation with Donnie Chin, but to those who twist things it will sound like an opportunity to say so.
Donnie Chin. What an amazing, wonderful man. It is all very well to risk be appreciated and remembered for protective services and risk, but I miss another man than the Security Department he started, and that was a man of learning. Donnie Chin was thoughtful, he had learning, you could ask him anything. He was straightforward enough to size me up and make me feel I wasn’t his favorite person, but when Mr. Chin would answer a question, all of that went out the window, he directed himself at once to your mind and answered you with depth and thoughtfulness. He was a knowledgeable man and his understanding of the world should be missed and talked about, too. He could have gone to any university on the planet. He chose to stay in Chinatown. I realized this with great feeling when I went to Donnie Chin’s store today.
When you know someone even a little with the pride of authenticity, I mean, after all, I had just gone by to say hello when I saw the birds and learned the news, you learn about them a good deal more over time after they’re gone. In studying philosophy I realized a few things that separated me from a man like him. One of them was the manner in which he was able to remove thoughts and prejudices in the way he looked at someone. He looked at them for the first time as the first time, his mind was not obstructed by conceptions and ideas that shape how people usually see one another, and by which they are focused, manipulated, brought into line and sometimes destroyed.
Mr. Chin in my world is a dark contrast to Youssou N’dour of the Plastic Ono circle. Why? Because the Chinese have a beautiful movie called, “Not One Less,” about a pupil who goes missing and a teacher who makes sure to find him. N’dour had the opposite response, he shouted for all the world to hear, “NOT ONE MORE!” and shrieked like a banshee the horror of the most brutal, mind-shattering conditional idea of love.
I realized that Japan must be a very divided place. It must have come out of World War Two happy to have finally the shed the militarists only to be kicked in the backside when America insisted on the Korean adventure, and then the terrible tragedy of Vietnam, but not everyone was crying, Chiang Kai Shek and King Edward were smiling with Franco. In Pittsburgh this was Ke.
We learn from philosophy that the way we perceive the world can deceive our minds, our souls, our self-awareness. I can remember no time that was more mortally wounded by self-image problems than being fifteen after what I went through. The Christian society responsible had a plan and plan it for the planet and the AIDS fandango is their assignment to the miraculists, but for me it sends a different message, incumbency to determine how this happened, and you can be sure the perpetrators have jurisdiction and mean to keep it, that is what this crystal ball warfare from Yoko Ono has been all along. The Kennedy assassination was the wrong way to reproach with Japan, and falling in love with the genocidal politics of those who destroyed Weimar.
The psychology of the serial killers obstructs rescue. The police seem to realize that they want to be stopped before they kill again, but…they also want a confrontation on their terms and aren’t going to stop, so the counter-psychology is obvious, to make them think a confrontation on their terms is coming, and hope to capture them and stop them before they kill again. I am dealing with the criminally insane.
